Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.